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wisdomkid:
I like how you talk without throwing one insult.
We should learn to be more civilized in our discussion as you.

NwaAmaikpe:




This brings back lots of nostalgia.

On July 12th, 1993... I and two friends were by one shop at Asata Chemist in Enugu waiting out the rain when one metallic blue Mercedes Benz 500Sel drove past splashing water on us.

Out of anger, we hurled the vilest of abuses at the driver then all of a sudden the car stopped.
We felt he must have heard a few of our profanities and wanted to challenge us. So we were expecting the worst.

And we really saw it.

The car's front door opened and a pretty damsel stepped out... instantly, the rain had drenched her blouse making her cantilered cone brezz all visible and it's nippies grow turgid from the cold.
All she could do was laugh and mutter some incomprehensible words.

Almost immediately, the car sped off leaving us with this lady who was entertaining the very fibres of our male membrane and sending libido down our spines.

We left the shed we were under and walked up to her, more because we wanted an upclose appraisal of her anatomy than because we wanted to be of assistance to her.

She kept repeating the words..."my name is Ekwutosi Virginia Otu" till it became obvious to us that the woman who was the cause of our bulged zip was mad.

We watched in unalloyed excitement as she shed her body of her damp clothing.
She had been used for money rituals.

Sometime last two years while in Enugu driving through the streets of Nanka in search of an easy lay, I saw Ekwutosi Virginia Otu.
I recognized that dirty wrinkled face with brown teeth right away.
She was slimmer but her hip was fuller than I remembered it.
I learnt she's had 6 children.
She was still mad.
She still had that smile on her face.

I had one on mine too.
When I realized that I was there when she became mad.
Whether I still got a lay, is a story for another day.

SLAP44:
And people will believe they used her for rituals?

Low IQ country.

thesicilian:
One gains nothing from insulting others. I greet you.

PrecisionFx:
There is no ritual that creates wealth.

Its all stupid stories emanating from Nigerian movies

NwaAmaikpe:




This brings back lots of nostalgia.

On July 12th, 1993... I and two friends were by one shop at Asata Chemist in Enugu waiting out the rain when one metallic blue Mercedes Benz 500Sel drove past splashing water on us.

Out of anger, we hurled the vilest of abuses at the driver then all of a sudden the car stopped.
We felt he must have heard a few of our profanities and wanted to challenge us. So we were expecting the worst.

And we really saw it.

The car's front door opened and a pretty damsel stepped out... instantly, the rain had drenched her blouse making her cantilered cone brezz all visible and it's nippies grow turgid from the cold.
All she could do was laugh and mutter some incomprehensible words.

Almost immediately, the car sped off leaving us with this lady who was entertaining the very fibres of our male membrane and sending libido down our spines.

We left the shed we were under and walked up to her, more because we wanted an upclose appraisal of her anatomy than because we wanted to be of assistance to her.

She kept repeating the words..."my name is Ekwutosi Virginia Otu" till it became obvious to us that the woman who was the cause of our bulged zip was mad.

We watched in unalloyed excitement as she shed her body of her damp clothing.
She had been used for money rituals.

Sometime last two years while in Enugu driving through the streets of Nanka in search of an easy lay, I saw Ekwutosi Virginia Otu.
I recognized that dirty wrinkled face with brown teeth right away.
She was slimmer but her hip was fuller than I remembered it.
I learnt she's had 6 children.
She was still mad.
She still had that smile on her face.

I had one on mine too.
When I realized that I was there when she became mad.
Whether I still got a lay, is a story for another day.

wilcox:
The hustle is real, guys are not giving up yet. But what shall it profit a man to drive a Benz at expense of your fellow human

camobri:
I pity you. You will understand with time. i used to b like u. This Is Africa!!!!

Realfrankie:
Another cashout

NwaAmaikpe:




This brings back lots of nostalgia.

On July 12th, 1993... I and two friends were by one shop at Asata Chemist in Enugu waiting out the rain when one metallic blue Mercedes Benz 500Sel drove past splashing water on us.

Out of anger, we hurled the vilest of abuses at the driver then all of a sudden the car stopped.
We felt he must have heard a few of our profanities and wanted to challenge us. So we were expecting the worst.

And we really saw it.

The car's front door opened and a pretty damsel stepped out... instantly, the rain had drenched her blouse making her cantilered cone brezz all visible and it's nippies grow turgid from the cold.
All she could do was laugh and mutter some incomprehensible words.

Almost immediately, the car sped off leaving us with this lady who was entertaining the very fibres of our male membrane and sending libido down our spines.

We left the shed we were under and walked up to her, more because we wanted an upclose appraisal of her anatomy than because we wanted to be of assistance to her.

She kept repeating the words..."my name is Ekwutosi Virginia Otu" till it became obvious to us that the woman who was the cause of our bulged zip was mad.

We watched in unalloyed excitement as she shed her body of her damp clothing.
She had been used for money rituals.

Sometime last two years while in Enugu driving through the streets of Nanka in search of an easy lay, I saw Ekwutosi Virginia Otu.
I recognized that dirty wrinkled face with brown teeth right away.
She was slimmer but her hip was fuller than I remembered it.
I learnt she's had 6 children.
She was still mad.
She still had that smile on her face.

I had one on mine too.
When I realized that I was there when she became mad.
Whether I still got a lay, is a story for another day.

Melison:
One kpatamita make one benzimita

NwaAmaikpe:




This brings back lots of nostalgia.

On July 12th, 1993... I and two friends were by one shop at Asata Chemist in Enugu waiting out the rain when one metallic blue Mercedes Benz 500Sel drove past splashing water on us.

Out of anger, we hurled the vilest of abuses at the driver then all of a sudden the car stopped.
We felt he must have heard a few of our profanities and wanted to challenge us. So we were expecting the worst.

And we really saw it.

The car's front door opened and a pretty damsel stepped out... instantly, the rain had drenched her blouse making her cantilered cone brezz all visible and it's nippies grow turgid from the cold.
All she could do was laugh and mutter some incomprehensible words.

Almost immediately, the car sped off leaving us with this lady who was entertaining the very fibres of our male membrane and sending libido down our spines.

We left the shed we were under and walked up to her, more because we wanted an upclose appraisal of her anatomy than because we wanted to be of assistance to her.

She kept repeating the words..."my name is Ekwutosi Virginia Otu" till it became obvious to us that the woman who was the cause of our bulged zip was mad.

We watched in unalloyed excitement as she shed her body of her damp clothing.
She had been used for money rituals.

Sometime last two years while in Enugu driving through the streets of Nanka in search of an easy lay, I saw Ekwutosi Virginia Otu.
I recognized that dirty wrinkled face with brown teeth right away.
She was slimmer but her hip was fuller than I remembered it.
I learnt she's had 6 children.
She was still mad.
She still had that smile on her face.

I had one on mine too.
When I realized that I was there when she became mad.
Whether I still got a lay, is a story for another day.

NwaAmaikpe:




This brings back lots of nostalgia.

On July 12th, 1993... I and two friends were by one shop at Asata Chemist in Enugu waiting out the rain when one metallic blue Mercedes Benz 500Sel drove past splashing water on us.

Out of anger, we hurled the vilest of abuses at the driver then all of a sudden the car stopped.
We felt he must have heard a few of our profanities and wanted to challenge us. So we were expecting the worst.

And we really saw it.

The car's front door opened and a pretty damsel stepped out... instantly, the rain had drenched her blouse making her cantilered cone brezz all visible and it's nippies grow turgid from the cold.
All she could do was laugh and mutter some incomprehensible words.

Almost immediately, the car sped off leaving us with this lady who was entertaining the very fibres of our male membrane and sending libido down our spines.

We left the shed we were under and walked up to her, more because we wanted an upclose appraisal of her anatomy than because we wanted to be of assistance to her.

She kept repeating the words..."my name is Ekwutosi Virginia Otu" till it became obvious to us that the woman who was the cause of our bulged zip was mad.

We watched in unalloyed excitement as she shed her body of her damp clothing.
She had been used for money rituals.

Sometime last two years while in Enugu driving through the streets of Nanka in search of an easy lay, I saw Ekwutosi Virginia Otu.
I recognized that dirty wrinkled face with brown teeth right away.
She was slimmer but her hip was fuller than I remembered it.
I learnt she's had 6 children.
She was still mad.
She still had that smile on her face.

I had one on mine too.
When I realized that I was there when she became mad.
Whether I still got a lay, is a story for another day.

SLAP44:
And people will believe they used her for rituals?

Low IQ country.

thesicilian:
So you don't believe?
Is it that you don't believe this particular story or that you don't think it is possible to use one's destiny for rituals?

NwaAmaikpe:




This brings back lots of nostalgia.

On July 12th, 1993... I and two friends were by one shop at Asata Chemist in Enugu waiting out the rain when one metallic blue Mercedes Benz 500Sel drove past splashing water on us.

Out of anger, we hurled the vilest of abuses at the driver then all of a sudden the car stopped.
We felt he must have heard a few of our profanities and wanted to challenge us. So we were expecting the worst.

And we really saw it.

The car's front door opened and a pretty damsel stepped out... instantly, the rain had drenched her blouse making her cantilered cone brezz all visible and it's nippies grow turgid from the cold.
All she could do was laugh and mutter some incomprehensible words.

Almost immediately, the car sped off leaving us with this lady who was entertaining the very fibres of our male membrane and sending libido down our spines.

We left the shed we were under and walked up to her, more because we wanted an upclose appraisal of her anatomy than because we wanted to be of assistance to her.

She kept repeating the words..."my name is Ekwutosi Virginia Otu" till it became obvious to us that the woman who was the cause of our bulged zip was mad.

We watched in unalloyed excitement as she shed her body of her damp clothing.
She had been used for money rituals.

Sometime last two years while in Enugu driving through the streets of Nanka in search of an easy lay, I saw Ekwutosi Virginia Otu.
I recognized that dirty wrinkled face with brown teeth right away.
She was slimmer but her hip was fuller than I remembered it.
I learnt she's had 6 children.
She was still mad.
She still had that smile on her face.

I had one on mine too.
When I realized that I was there when she became mad.
Whether I still got a lay, is a story for another day.

NwaAmaikpe:




This brings back lots of nostalgia.

On July 12th, 1993... I and two friends were by one shop at Asata Chemist in Enugu waiting out the rain when one metallic blue Mercedes Benz 500Sel drove past splashing water on us.

Out of anger, we hurled the vilest of abuses at the driver then all of a sudden the car stopped.
We felt he must have heard a few of our profanities and wanted to challenge us. So we were expecting the worst.

And we really saw it.

The car's front door opened and a pretty damsel stepped out... instantly, the rain had drenched her blouse making her cantilered cone brezz all visible and it's nippies grow turgid from the cold.
All she could do was laugh and mutter some incomprehensible words.

Almost immediately, the car sped off leaving us with this lady who was entertaining the very fibres of our male membrane and sending libido down our spines.

We left the shed we were under and walked up to her, more because we wanted an upclose appraisal of her anatomy than because we wanted to be of assistance to her.

She kept repeating the words..."my name is Ekwutosi Virginia Otu" till it became obvious to us that the woman who was the cause of our bulged zip was mad.

We watched in unalloyed excitement as she shed her body of her damp clothing.
She had been used for money rituals.

Sometime last two years while in Enugu driving through the streets of Nanka in search of an easy lay, I saw Ekwutosi Virginia Otu.
I recognized that dirty wrinkled face with brown teeth right away.
She was slimmer but her hip was fuller than I remembered it.
I learnt she's had 6 children.
She was still mad.
She still had that smile on her face.

I had one on mine too.
When I realized that I was there when she became mad.
Whether I still got a lay, is a story for another day.

SLAP44:
How many people did Dangote and Zuckerberg use for money rituals?

Maybe your father refused to use someone for rituals and that's why your family is so poor?

PrecisionFx:
U used to be like him until u decided to stop reasoning

thesicilian:
It's disappointing when you try to have a conversation with someone you think is reasonable and they resort to offensive remarks.

Spallanzani:
If you want a great story teller/novelist, check topher052 thread. The guy is the best pen sniper on this forum. His stories can make great series.